Author's Note: First time, fan-fiction enthusiast who has a very, very long way to go before the spirit known as Bakura is sealed within the ring.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Amunet ran through the alley, her breaths still steady despite the amount of time she had been running for. Suddenly she jumped onto a ledge of a nearby door, using it to catapult herself onto the roof. Once grounded, she started running again, this time in the direction of the sun.
"Ra, you will be the death of me one of these days," she said in a staccato fashion.
Seeing a gap between the next roof up ahead, she sprinted before jumping and then landing with ease. With her knees still bent from the landing, she took the opportunity to look behind her. With a slightly relieved exhale, she sprang forward again, although at a much slower pace. Grabbing the shawl that slightly stuck out of the bag that swung low at her hips, she pulled it and in one swift motion, whipped it around her head. As she felt the sheer fabric begin to cloak her face, she drew the black veil she carried from her chest and begin to put it on once she came to a halt at a ledge of a house. As her eyes darted around the area below her, she quickly scaled down the building and began walking in the direction of her home, if one could call it that.
She was barely ever home, one reason was due to the fact that she was always working, always looking for the next opportunity to make some money. The second reason was that no one in the entire area she lived in knew who she was or what she did. Her mysterious presence alluded everyone around her, as she seemed to embody a shadow more than anything else. Amunet wanted to keep it that way, she enjoyed her solitude and would prefer that she was nothing more than a passing figure to everyone. No one enjoys the company of a thief, and someone as dangerous as she was, especially given her past, would definitely be put to death immediately. She would not have chose this lifestyle had she a choice in the matter, but she would prefer not to starve. As she finally reached the door to the small space where she lived, she took one last glance behind her. Not seeing anyone other than a few familiar faces who lived nearby in adjoining houses, her eyes darted back to the handle of the door and clasped it. She stepped inside, enveloping herself into the solitude of being home and out of the sun, before realizing what was in the middle of the room.
As she stared at the unfamiliarity that was now in front of her, her heart beat faster with anger more than fear.
"Took you long enough," the figure said to Amunet, who still had her handle on the door.
As her fingers began to release from the handle, her hand slowly dropped to her side, as she closed her eyes. She could even hear him smirk, she hated that evil grin he had always managed to maintain in her presence. Sure enough, as she opened her eyes to look up at him, she saw the grin she detested so much and began to scowl at him underneath her veil. She reached both her hands carefully to her face to take it off, slowly, almost as to not alarm him with a sudden movement. Once the veil was off, she pulled her shawl off the top of head, letting it drape across her shoulders. Scowling at him more openly, in a quiet voice, Amunet finally responded with, "I implore you to leave, and to never come back".
He was leaning back in the only chair she owned, feet crossed on top of the table. He shook his white hair out of his face, chuckling slightly. He brought his fingers to his face, resting the tips under the few remaining strands and combing them back into the rest of his mane. His eyes fell on her for the first time since she arrived, noticing the way her chest rose with each breath despite her best effort to try to remain calm. "And if I seem to find myself incapable of that, what do you suggest I do while I'm here?" he asked, still grinning.
Amunet let a small smirk escape her face, "I could kill you and never have to deal with the matter again, I suppose," she said.
Seeming to accept the challenge, he leaned forward and brought his feet to the ground, planting them lazily before standing up with a bored expression. "I don't think I do want to leave, perhaps I shall impose on you a while longer," he said with a rough, raspy tone.
Not wanting to back down in her own home, she stood strong against him as he began to walk forward, only stopping once she could feel his breath against her forehead. It was difficult to look up at him so defiantly when he was so much taller and far more imposing than she could ever be. Still, she stood her ground in front of him and repeated herself, "I could kill you,".
He began to smirk, much to Amunet's annoyance when he suddenly pounced on her, grabbing her by the throat and slamming her against the wall. As she gripped his wrists, she struggled to gain the air she had lost from getting knocked against the door so suddenly. The pressure he was applying to her throat did hurt, but she could probably breathe had he not pinned her so quickly. She felt her bare toes dangle just above the sandy floor, as her vision blurred from choking on air that she panicked to get more of. Just as quickly as he had picked her up, he dropped her onto the floor where she began to pant. She tried to stand up, but found herself lightheaded as she looked up at him.
"Sweet little Amunet, if I thought you'd ever have a chance of killing me, I would have already killed you by now. See, I do not do much with threats of any sort, let alone any possible threats," he said still slightly grinning down at the girl.
"What do you want?" she asked finally finding her voice again.
"Ah, can't a dear old friend such as me not invite myself in? My beautiful Amunet, use that pretty little head of yours or it will end up chopped off one of these days," he said with an almost syrupy sweet voice. "But, alright. You've got me, I confess that I did have more selfish intentions in following you here. You see, when someone steals something from the great, Thief King," he paused slightly before screaming out, "THEY HAD BETTER FUCKING FIGURE OUT HOW TO KEEP THEMSELVES FROM GETTING FOUND!". His pale skin allowed Amunet to see just how angry he could get, as his face turned red and his eyes blared at her. She stiffened as he reached down to grab her by the throat again, lifting her into the air but on her feet before gripping her harder. He pushed her into the door again, leaning in so close that their noses brushed against each other. "Now I believe you have something that belongs to me, am I correct?" he asked in that mocking voice he was so famous for. He gripped her throat harder, causing her to wince. She looked up at him, knowing very well what he was capable of in his current mood. She nodded her head as much as she could with his hands still on her, and he released her, this time slowly. She reached for the strap of the bag that she had crossed over her chest, and pulled the strap over head, passing the heavy bag to the man who glowered down at her. He grabbed it swiftly from her, and checked the contents hurriedly before pushing her out of the way of the door and opening it.
"Next time, I wont be as merciful my little Amunet," he said before pinching her cheek quite hard. Although she moved back to get away from his hand, she dared not to try to remove it from her face. "You're very lucky that I don't have time to play with you right now, but I'll be back so until then, be a good girl," he said as his hand fell from her face and he walked promptly out the door. As she reached out to shut the door after him, she couldn't help feeling as though it wouldn't be very long before he'd be back. Amunet decided that she had to leave as soon as possible.